Alice B. Grist

You know when a smell transports you elsewhere and it's just so powerful? Walked in here and my first thought was 'grandpa'. It stinks lovely. Just the exact same as his old barn where he kept his tractor and lawn mower in the Kentucky heat. Just wow. A little high five from him I like to think. Plus like all great non-coincidence, we nearly didn't get in. The museum was closed because of too many school kids. But the farmer opened it just for us. Wish I could bottle this smell!

Have you received a spiritual hello through smell lately? Please share in comments below.